Chapter 32 #2
The words landed heavy in his chest, pressing straight against the wound inside him.
He knew he shouldn’t. He was wound too tight, every nerve scraped raw from the second they’d hit the city line.
But God, he needed it. He needed Liam under him.
To bury himself so deep there wasn’t room for anything else.
Jacob’s voice came rough. “Red, yellow, green?”
“And three taps if I can’t speak,” Liam answered without missing a beat. Like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just handed Jacob the keys to his body and said: go ahead, break something.
Jacob’s throat tightened. “You done this before?”
“No.”
“Then why now?”
Liam stepped close, breath warm against his mouth. “Because you need me, and I don’t think there’s anything with you I won’t like.”
That almost undid him. Normally, when the storm rose in his chest, he shut everyone out.
In those moments, touch suffocated him and company felt unbearable.
He always rode it out alone. Liam overturned that instinct completely; with him, the opposite was true.
He wanted to claim, to mark, to fuck until the ghosts of his past went silent and the rage in his blood burned itself clean.
To ruin him a little, and be healed in return.
He closed the distance. “You sure?”
"I’m all yours."
The sheer trust in his surrender lit a fire in Jacob’s veins. It left his blood roaring with the need to claim what had just been handed to him.
The kiss landed hard, stealing air, but Liam met it with equal heat. Jacob’s teeth caught on his lip, sharp enough to make him jolt. “Clothes,” he growled. “Off.”
Liam obeyed without pause. No teasing. No hesitation. Just bare skin, flushed and waiting.
Jacob tore off his shirt and shoved his jeans and briefs down, quickly kicking them aside. His cock was already heavy and aching as he grabbed the lube from his bag and tossed it onto the bed.
Liam looked at him like a fucking offering, and Jacob wanted to worship and ruin him in equal measure.
“Get down on your knees.”
Liam dropped.
Jacob stepped forward, one hand threading into Liam’s hair, the other stroking himself once before pressing the head of his cock to Liam’s waiting lips. He paused, holding there—anticipation hanging between them. “Three taps and I stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” Liam breathed.
Jacob searched his face, finding flushed cheeks, hungry eyes, and the kind of trust that undid him. God help him.
When Liam nodded, he pushed in deep. He set a rough rhythm, hips rolling, his grip tightening in Liam’s hair as he fucked his throat.
Liam gagged, but Jacob didn’t relent. Instead, he thrust deeper, wet sounds filling the air.
Spit dribbled down Liam’s chin as Jacob drove into his mouth with relentless, claiming strokes.
His throat flexed and struggled around him, eyes shimmering as the first tears gathered.
Liam took it all—every brutal inch. Jacob watched him with something close to reverence. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re being so good to me.”
He fucked Liam’s throat like he owned it. Liam couldn’t stop whimpering, hips twitching helplessly as his cock dripped between his legs. His flushed face was streaked with tears, and the desperate sounds he made only drove Jacob wilder. He had never seen anything so devastatingly beautiful.
He only stopped when his control was hanging by a goddamn thread. As he pulled out, a string of spit stretched from the head of his cock to Liam’s swollen lips. He reached down, rubbing his thumb across that slick mouth.
“So fucking perfect,” he gritted out. “Now get on the bed. Ass up.”
Liam hurried onto the bed, bracing on his elbows as he arched his back, ass high and legs spread wide.
Jacob slicked himself as he stared at the perfect curve of Liam’s ass. He was offering himself up without hesitation, and it stripped Jacob down to nothing. Every rational thought had burned out somewhere between Liam’s mouth and this bed, leaving only raw need.
All he could think about was claiming that ass until he forgot his own name. He prepped him quickly—just the bare minimum—then lined up and thrust hard, burying himself deep in one motion.
Liam cried out, his back arching.
He held still for a beat—barely. Then he snapped his hips forward, no patience left in him.
He needed this now. He yanked Liam back, slamming into him, picking up speed with every thrust. The force shoved Liam forward on the mattress.
Jacob’s grip was bruising, forcing him to take every inch.
The slap of skin echoed, sharp and constant, as Liam moaned brokenly into the sheets.
“Still green?” he forced out, desperate for a yes.
“Yes—fuck—yes!” Liam gasped.
“Good boy.”
Jacob lost the last shred of control. He pulled out and flipped Liam onto his back, spreading him wide before driving in again. He needed to see his face. Needed every flicker of emotion and every tremor. He pressed a hand to Liam’s throat—not squeezing, not yet. “You remember the rule?”
“Three taps,” Liam rasped. “I know.”
Jacob’s mouth curled into a dark smile. “Good. Because I’m taking all of you.”
His grip tightened enough to steal the air from Liam’s lungs. His eyes went wide, lips parting on a gasp that didn’t quite make it out. Jacob rocked into him, deep and devastating, watching him struggle for breath. “You’re mine,” he said, voice rough. “No one else gets this.”
He eased the pressure—just enough for Liam to gasp in a breath—then tightened again, driving into him with everything he had. He watched Liam surrender completely, trust swallowing every last trace of resistance.
Liam writhed beneath him, his nails digging into Jacob’s back, hips jerking up to meet every thrust. Strangled, desperate sounds ripped from his throat, each one going straight to Jacob’s cock.
Without warning, Liam stiffened, muscles drawn tight as his orgasm tore through him. His back arched off the bed as his eyes rolled back, mouth open in a surprised cry.
He came untouched—release painting his stomach in thick hot ropes.
Jacob felt every twitch and clench, as if Liam’s body was trying to pull him deeper and keep him there. Fuck. Watching him come untouched was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
He didn’t stop. He fucked Liam through it until he was boneless beneath him and Jacob couldn’t hold back any longer.
Ecstasy ripped through him before he could brace himself.
His vision went white at the edges, lungs emptying in a ragged groan.
Every muscle locked as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
For a moment, there was nothing else. No thought, no air—just Liam and the blinding certainty that no one else would ever come close.
Even as the aftershocks tore through him, he didn’t let go. Couldn’t. His hand slid from Liam’s throat to his jaw, thumb brushing away a tear on his cheek. “You with me?”
Liam’s eyes met his, glassy and heavy-lidded. “Yeah. I’m here.”
Jacob looked down at him, at this man who had just given him everything. The thought came without warning, certain in a way that left no room for doubt.
Mine.